I hadn't planned to expose everything that day.
My original intention was to wait until Camilla stood in this house herself. I wanted her mask to fall in front of the very people she had deceived. But too many lives had already been lost. Both the Morrigans pack and the Hale pack had suffered heavy blows. And the organization behind Camilla was still moving in the shadows.
There was no point in waiting anymore.
Malcom sat slumped on the couch, his face drained of all color. His body looked weak, like the strength had been pulled out of him. For a moment, I thought he would slide off the edge. Greg rushed forward and steadied him.
The house felt different from the last time I had been here. The pack energy was scattered. No unity. No warmth. Just grief hanging in the air.
Then Kate came down the stairs.
She looked smaller somehow. Her shoulders were hunched, her steps slow. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling.
